Taylor probed. "Mr. Iverson, will the psycho bitch go along with it?"


    "She will, so long as I''m involved." Christopher raised his brow haughtily.


    "Congrattions on getting rid of that problem once and for all." Taylor grinned ingratiatingly. "Once


    Charles is out of the picture, James will be next. The old man would have to pin his hope on you, and


    the Iverson Group will be yours."


    "I hope so."


    Christopher narrowed his eyes and looked up at the dark, boundless sky. His eyes glistened with untold


    emotions. "I owe everything to him. I just hope I don''t let him down."


    "That reminds me, Mr. Iverson. I just received word that your private jet is in position."


    "That took a while, but at least it was worth the wait."


    Christopher propped his gold-rimmed sses up against his nose bridge as a sinister glint streaked


    across his eyes. "Get in touch with Maxwell and tell him that everything is in ce. "It''s time to send


    him and his friends to hell."


    Christopher''s fancy ride headed straight to Pivotage.


    With his sweeping goals and ambition in mind, Christopher chuckled in glee.


    Everything was in his control.


    The only exception was Be.


    Christopher clenched his fists bitterly and asked in a solemn voice, "We have eyes on the Thompsons.


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    Taylor smacked his head and replied, "Our people learned that Ms. Thompson has fled from the


    Thompsons'' residence. Chairman Thompson dispatched a search team, but she hasn''t been located."


    "What? Be left home? Why did you mention it before?'' Christopher leaned forward nervously.


    "S-Sorry, Mr. Iverson. The security is tight at the Thompsons'' residence. Our people worked tirelessly


    to get the information." Taylor''s heart sank.


    Christopher removed his sses in annoyance and pinched his nose bridge. "I remember how Be


    would scale walls, climb trees, and run out of the house for some fun. She''s still a free spirit now.


    Seriously, Wyatt should''ve known his daughter was too stubborn to back down. How could he lock


    Be in her bedroom? It''s no different than caging a bird."


    "I wonder if Ms. Thompson is okay. But she''s witty and self-reliant, so she won''t let anybody pick on


    her."


    "Asher and the other Thompson brothers won''t let their dear sister wander off. If Wyatt can''t find her,


    the Thompson boys definitely-"


    Christopher put his sses back on and looked out the window in shock.


    "Stop the car!"


    Taylor mmed the brakes, sweat pouring down his forehead.


    Christopher pressed his palms against the window. His hurried breathing left the ss condensed. Still,


    he could not mistake the silhouette he saw.


    Across the road, a loving couple stood shoulder-to-shoulder in front of a food truck and munched on


    their food before lifting their heads to exchange nces with a smile.